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Mantras are falling through ceilings, good morning Words that I snatched away, unheard, I'm yawning Colours confusing, multitude blurring A feeling that something's not right You've gotta let up the things that you've found You've gotta let up, [?] like The sound falls away like a broken yesterday Hey, say hey You've gotta let up the things that you've found You've gotta let up, [?] like The sound falls away like a broken yesterday Hey, say hey Seems that they'll meet us there, greet us where Hundreds of stories were told before open doors, closing doors Folders of pages, of folded down, left around Beginning to fade out of sight You've gotta let up the things that you've found You've gotta let up, [?] like The sound falls away like a broken yesterday Hey, say hey You've gotta let up the things that you've found You've gotta let up, [?] like The sound falls away like a broken yesterday Hey, say hey From Letras Mania